Upon the black brow of a cliff where no life ever stirred Alighted strong, hoary-winged eagles, grave bird upon bird. They whetted their claws on the stones, sitting massive and grum, And loudly they called on their lately-fledged comrades to come. Slow-measured and heavy the beat of their wings on the skies, Assuageless the rage that tempestuous burned in their eyes. And each newly-come they acclaimed with the pride of the peer: "Hail, comrade! Delay not! The days we have longed for are near." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIFTH AVENUE-SPRING AFTERNOON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT [OR AFTER] CORUNNA by CHARLES WOLFE FALL PLOWING by EVA K. ANGLESBURG AMBITION by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIORGIONE: GEMMA'S SPRING SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |